Today would have been your 88th birthday, Anthony, so Menzies, Benita, and your little granddaughter, went to the cemetery. I cried inside the big hug of Ming as this beloved toddler ran around, gathering leaves and branches to place on your grave. It was uncanny the way she seemed to connect with you but of course that is my imagination taking a bit of a leap. You would have adored her the way I do, and she would have adored you. In my mind’s eye, I see her clambering onto your lap and noticing your furrowed brow, your big nose, and your twinkling eyes. Happy birthday Ants.
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jmgoyder 
So lovely that you have a granddaughter and as she goes older you will be able to share stories of her grandfather
Good to hear from you Julie. And my, you have a granddaughter now.🥰
❤ happy birthday to Anthony, and his legacy continues
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How beautiful that your tiny toddler immediately connected with her grandfather that way. This must have been a wonderful healing step in your grief journey, my lovely daughter.
It is very heartening to read of the next generation.
Julie, I so miss you here. Thank you for your post today and sharing your lovely family remembrance of Anthony.
❤ Lynda